Wuthering Heights is the only published novel by Emily Brontë, written between October 1845 and June 1846 and published in July of the following year. It was not printed until December 1847, after the success of her sister Charlotte Brontë's novel Jane Eyre, under the pseudonym Ellis Bell. A posthumous second edition was edited by Charlotte.

The title of the novel comes from the Yorkshire manor on the moors of the story. The narrative centres on the all-encompassing, passionate, but ultimately doomed love between Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, and how this unresolved passion eventually destroys them and the people around them.

Today considered a classic of English literature, Wuthering Heights was met with mixed reviews when it first appeared, mainly because of the narrative's stark depiction of mental and physical cruelty. Although Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre was generally considered the best of the Brontë sisters' works during most of the nineteenth century, many subsequent critics of Wuthering Heights argued that it was a superior achievement.Wuthering Heights has also given rise to many adaptations and inspired works, including films, radio, television dramatisations, a musical by Bernard J. Taylor, a ballet, three operas (respectively by Bernard Herrmann, Carlisle Floyd, and Frédéric Chaslin), a role-playing game, and the 1978 chart topping song by Kate Bush.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte book review

Another great book by Emily Bronte, I didn't expect to love this book so much!

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Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte): The Literature Corner, a critical resource for English

Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte): The Literature Corner, a critical resource for English

Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte): The Literature Corner, a critical resource for English

In-depth review and analysis of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, one of the famous Bronte sisters. This novel, the only one she ever published, was notorious for its extreme melodrama and violence, contained within the isolated, Gothic landscape of the moors. This video may be useful if you are studying or revising the text for A Level or University.
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In-depth review and analysis of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, one of the famous Bronte sisters. This novel, the only one she ever published, was notorious for its extreme melodrama and violence, contained within the isolated, Gothic landscape of the moors. This video may be useful if you are studying or revising the text for A Level or University.
For educational purposes only

In-depth review and analysis of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, one of the famous Bronte sisters. This novel, the only one she ever published, was notorious for its extreme melodrama and violence, contained within the isolated, Gothic landscape of the moors. This video may be useful if you are studying or revising the text for A Level or University.
For educational purposes only

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 9

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 10

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 11

part XI

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WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 12

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 12

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 12

part XII

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WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 13

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 13

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 13

Yes, This is English part..After some silly swearing whispers (even though I tried to explain many times why I had to put Turkish one..) I dont mind swears and insulting words for the sake of Literature. PS. : The word LITERATURE is EDEBİYAT in Turkish.According to etymology,it comes from the word EDEB which means POLITENESS , MANNERS..
Hoping EDEB covers all of us..(and Thanks to fmg0279 for the English version)

Yes, This is English part..After some silly swearing whispers (even though I tried to explain many times why I had to put Turkish one..) I dont mind swears and insulting words for the sake of Literature. PS. : The word LITERATURE is EDEBİYAT in Turkish.According to etymology,it comes from the word EDEB which means POLITENESS , MANNERS..
Hoping EDEB covers all of us..(and Thanks to fmg0279 for the English version)

Yes, This is English part..After some silly swearing whispers (even though I tried to explain many times why I had to put Turkish one..) I dont mind swears and insulting words for the sake of Literature. PS. : The word LITERATURE is EDEBİYAT in Turkish.According to etymology,it comes from the word EDEB which means POLITENESS , MANNERS..
Hoping EDEB covers all of us..(and Thanks to fmg0279 for the English version)

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 12

Yes, This is English part..After some silly swearing whispers (even though I tried to expl...

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WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 13

WUTHERING HEIGHTS Part 13

Yes, This is English part..After some silly swearing whispers (even though I tried to explain many times why I had to put Turkish one..) I dont mind swears and insulting words for the sake of Literature. PS. : The word LITERATURE is EDEBİYAT in Turkish.According to etymology,it comes from the word EDEB which means POLITENESS , MANNERS..
Hoping EDEB covers all of us..(and Thanks to fmg0279 for the English version)

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Perfect Understanding During the 1939 filming of “WutheringHeights,” Laurence Olivier learned to act for the cameras instead of a theater audience. To see Olivier at an earlier stage, check out “Perfect Understanding,” a recently rediscovered 1933 romantic comedy. As a straying husband, he appears to play to the back row, over-enunciating and gesturing as if in a Kabuki opera ...Gloria Swanson plays his deceived wife ... ....

James (2015, St ... In that book, the discovery that she may have also been Emily Bronte, the author who wrote the classic “WutheringHeights,” and that John Lennon may have been her brother Branwell Bronte was briefly touched on ... The quotes also provide support for her feeling that Emily Bronte did not write WutheringHeights on her own, but that it was Branwell behind the pen throughout much of the book ... But that's just the beginning ... St....

A collector is convinced that the £15 photograph he snapped up on eBay is of the Brontë sisters. It’s highly unlikely, but the story is a mark of our enduring fascination with the literary family ...The set of the lips on Emily in the centre (she’s cunningly made herself tallest), tells one a lot about the author of WutheringHeights – the woman capable of cauterising her own arm, with a red-hot poker, when bitten by a dog ... ....

The image of Emily putting down her iron to jot down an extract of WutheringHeights on a scrap of paper, or of Charlotte dripping ink from her pen onto her portable writing desk in her fervour to write Jane Eyre are unforgettable pictures ... Lutz suggests that in WutheringHeights Emily challenged the settled boundaries between humans and animals....

ST ...The Old Course at St. Andrews is not The Old WhiteTPC at Greenbrier ... Andrews. This was the perfect morning to embark on such an assault ... The latter won’t be determined until today but his game is in such a state of disrepair that Woods began hoping the weather would turn into something out of the pages of “WutheringHeights” today, an atmospheric battering of his opponents now required for survival into the weekend....

Deborah Lutz’s engaging new study proves that there is indeed room for fresh perspectives ... As one would expect from the author of WutheringHeights – which notoriously includes a brutal scene in which puppies are casually hanged – she was not, however, sentimental in her approach to dogs, cats, birds and other species ... Had Charlotte not rifled through Emily’s desk, Jane Eyre and WutheringHeights might never have been written ... ....

Now as i'm sitting hereMy life passing by I recall the things i'he doneI watch the sunBut this is not the endNo the end i'll never seeAnd i'll be moving onA sunbeam heats my chest; it's time to rise againThe leaves above whisper to meI feel the land. I feel the airBlowing through my hairNow into the down i'm heading againThe hills are calling my nameLike a leaf on the ground i'm blown awayI wasn't born to stayLiving for the roads i seeI'm wild, i'm freeA stranger from the pastBut i'm not the last'Cause the road goes on and on. The road goes on and onThe road goes on and on. The road goes on and onDon't know if it's a curse or just another kind of bloodBut my road goes on and onYes the road goes ever onNow the sun sinks... The air is growing chillI lie down under just another treeThe last grey daylight diesNow as i close my eyesThen the shadows surround me againThe cool wind touches my faceThe empty landscape fills my mindGuess i'm behind my timeAnd yet i'll always beThough my time is doneIn darkness, in the sunTravel on'Cause the road goes on and on; The road goes on and onThe road goes on and on; The road goes on and onNo I'm not antisocial, I'm of another kindAnd my road goes on and onYeah the road goes ever onYou know me in your dreamsThough you hide it wellI'm who you'd wish you wereThe traveller'Cause the road goes on and on; The road goes on and onThe road goes on and on; The road goes on and onI've lived my life, fulfilled my dreams, i'm not afraid to dieBut my road goes on and onYeah the road goes ever onThe road goes on and on...

Here I am; can you feel me breathingIn the rhythm of the world I´m in...Here I am; can you feel me breathingIn the rhythm of the world I´m inReaching out I caress the treesWhile the sun revolves above meThe air is so rich I can almost drink itDance like a fay twixt tree and stream so coldThe true philosopher´s stonesNever shall turn nothing into goldNow they tell me I must lay me downOnce more they´ll lock the doorBut of leaves of green my pillow isAnd free I´ll disappear in the thicketThe true philosopher´s stonesNever shall turn nothing into goldI´m awoken in the woodsI´m searching for the nevershining stonesAnd the man in white says I can´t hear the birds singingI´m awoken in the woodsI´m closer to the everlasting truthAnd the man in white says I can´t hear themThe wealth of mine is not like thine of gold shiningTree and leaf my treasures areLiving like me, and dyingI´m awoken in the woods...Now I´m here; behind rubber wallsAnd they tell me my forest never was at allNot in a thousand yearsWas it the drugs they gave to calm meOr something into my mind through generations fedAnd if it´s all gone; only a collective memoryAre we then dead

A strong wind blew across the bayA word for happiness on that dayThe workers board their trains for homeTheir shirts were dirty and dampAnd I stood there just like beforeA nod from a stud or a smile from a whoreIt all seemed so impermanent thoughI think that it never will changeI went down the old narrow roadThat leads to the shore and to Sally's old boatI went aboard and I rowed awayTo get to the other sideAnd they all lit a fire on the beach that nightAnd all their troubles were out of sightI just walked in and I tied the boatTo a tree in the edge of the woodAnd they all sang a song called the bottle of smokeThey blew their whistles; Their drums they strokeAnd the fair young ladies they danced in the night

I feel off light; light is my sourceAll evil thoughts and pathful memorties are washed awayBy the radiance of golden springStanding as a flaming torch on the road of timePast, present and future gathered in one forcePhysical pleasure; summer is mineI'm dying in the darknessI'm living in the lightI'm but a song, a voice in the windAnd I feel like flyingThe wheel has turnedThe flame still burnsNo more hiding under the iceI'm but a song; the wind carries me onThe bird of light shall riseI feed off ligh; light is my sourcePast, present and future gathered in one forceSummer I greet theeThou art my timeAnd I feel like flyingThe wheel has turnedThe flame still burnsNo more hiding under the iceI'm but a song; the wind carries me onThe bird of light shall riseAs winter diesHot is the fire now burningBright are the songs they playBut when the winter spiritsOnce more take the sun awayWill it be freeWill it be free

Striding forever down the road; continuous stream of lossesLeaving wrecks at every turning; broken glass and crossesWhispers in the trees and ghosts in the atticWill the sailor ever reach the shoreWill we ever know if there is moreWhich is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the skyWhen we are born or when we dieFor the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sunLet us hope for a better dayFor your savior on the cross; for the worker who was lostLet us hope for days when sorrow as glory will beJust as sweet a memoryHe who lost can always hope for better times beyondHe will regret, who lost, when convinced that he had wonBe there reason; be there healing for the burning in our soulsBe it the end will stop us from screamingFor in life we're dancing on coalsThe one who will follow you through this gameBorn, dying or going insaneI'm in pain therefore I amLonging for safety when out of controlLonging for freedom when future's foretoldI'm longing therefore I amWhich is the curse, which is the gift; let me touch the skyWhen we are born or when we dieFor the love that was gone; for the hiding of the sunLet us hope for a better dayFor your savior on the cross; for the worker who was lostLet us hope for days when sorrow as glory will beJust as sweet a memoryOver yonder, far awayAlways seeking a better dayHunting the glory for sorrow to payI am; I am; I amTherefore I amShe dances alone; in cages of iceMother and daughter; of glory and sorrowEternal beting; our path to tomorrow

See Tomorrow ShineIn my dream...‘Twas a cold morning when I saw the first of themTiny spots on the horizonTheir wings blackening out the sunExodus had begunMessengers of damnationAnd the people cried: “The birds are leaving”Great was the mourning when they were goneIn a bloodred sunset eternalThrough when they were here we never did hear themsingNow the silence seemed so infernal and I cried:Throw a rope to a drowning manCollect my bones from this dying landAnd we'll laugh in the face of horrorOh, take me higher, away from hereShow me the horizons of my mindTake my hand and I'll fly with youTogether we will see tomorrow shineOh, take me higher, away from hereShow me the horizons of my mindTake my hand and I'll fly with youTogether we will see tomorrow shineTogether we will see tomorrow shine“Gwaihir! Gwaihir! Hear me calling!”Lord of the sky, take me highSins are but sinsBut don't make the birds leaveThe land, the sky, the mountains will cryWhen they leave, oh, take me with youThe sea, the hills, the forests will sighWhen they abandon ship and fly awayI'll say:Throw a rope to a drowning manCollect my bones from this dying landAnd we'll laugh in the face of horrorOh, take me higher, away from hereShow me the horizons of my mindTake my hand and I'll fly with youTogether we will see tomorrow shineOh, take me higher, away from hereShow me the horizons of my mindTake my hand and I'll fly with youTogether we will see tomorrow shine

Light flickers like burning birdsOn the dark, silky surfaceThe willows are leaning over the edgeTo catch a glimpse of her beautySuch a reliefTo sink into her shadowsDeep as the griefLeft on the bankThe passage to the other sideThe light sat the endSo longed forAnd fearedHow magic the moment of revealingHow wondrous the waters of healingSweet river dark

Strange how the world shrinks while you grow upSome of it seems so long agoIt cannot really have been me at allAs future turns to pastPremonition turns to reminiscenceReality to mythologyDoors open wideSomehow some memoriesAre growing ever strongerEver clearerAs doors begin to shutTell me why must my childhood's oceas turn into lakesHorizons move ever nearerThe myth is easier to comprehendAs doors are being lockedSweet was the sun â" the sun that now is burning meClear was the rain â" through which no longer I can seeAnd we did laugh â" the conquerors, the chosenYet we could cry â" now all my dreams are frozenWho am I now â" I want to take another stepWhat will I be â" but my feet are heavyCan I go on â" I know time healsCan I let go â" yet I'm praying for the gods to turn is backLet me relive the mysteryLet me conquer new horizonsLet me be afraid of the darkLet me evaporate in sunlightOn those ancestral plainsOpen me the gates of the lost realmsIs it only my mind that has painted this picturesOf a rose with no thornsAs I fly on the wings of the cosmic eagleThe knowledge of the naiveIf I could but learn to live in peace with my pastNot seeking to turn back timeBut I know I would stand all the painJust to feel the pleasure againYes I know I would stand all the painJust to feel the pleasure againSweet was the sun â" the sun that now is burning meClear was the rain â" through which no longer see I canAnd we did laugh â" the conquerors, the chosenYet we could cry â" now all my dreams are frozenWho am I now â" I want to take another stepWhat will I be â" but my feet are heavyCan I go on â" I know time healsCan I let go â" yet I'm praying for the gods to turn is backLet me relive the mysteryLet me conquer new horizonsLet me be afraid of the darkLet me evaporate in sunlightOn those ancestral plainsOpen me the gates to the lost realmsAnd I don't know who the old man isWho sits there alone with his dreamsBut I hope I'll never meet his eyesI hope that he'll never tell me his nameAnd I don't know who the old man isWho sits there alone with his dreamsBut I hope I'll never meet his eyesI hope that he'll never tell me his nameLet me relive the mysteryLet me conquer new horizonsLet me be afraid of the darkLet me evaporate in sunlightOn those ancestral plainsOpen me the gates to the lost realmsLet me relive the mysteryLet me conquer new horizonsLet me be afraid of the darkLet me evaporate in sunlightOn those ancestral plains

I met the old manIn the dephts of the woodsHe said: i'll show thee a bit of the futureIf perchance thou wilt listen[the wanderer:]"the journey it has been so longIs it the end that we feel drawing nearerThough we keep learning moreNothing sseems to get any clearer"[the hunter:]"man he must search his heartThough he will not like waht he findethI can tell him no truthThat he doth not already know""turn the ghostship aroundClimb back into the cradleAt least to die in dignitySurrender now or be brought home in chainsThe motherspirit will conquer allWith or without thee the kingdom shall fall"[the wanderer:]"can it be done, can the gods be awokenCan we rewrite the tale, is the cradle not broken"[the hunter:]"not all the future is equally clearIf may be the end that you feel drawing nearSearch in your heartsIf they still hold the truthThe voice from the past is the futureThe longing for the woods"And the old man, lord of the hunters of oldDisappeared in the depths of the woodsLeft me with a strange sensationThat maybe one dayMaybe one dayThe wind callsA storm from the pastNight falls

To overthrow his mastersAlways the slave by healthy envy was drivenBut is my envy still healthyWhen I wish not to inherit the castles they live inI covet not my neighbour's houseNor his thralls or his cattleOnly the shield that they are to himIn this battle - of lifeThe poet looks into the mirrorSees the signs of human actionYou may look in there as wellBut only see your own reflectionI envy you each day of blissEach lucky spell and divine kissThat the gods bestowed upon you not meThe pictures they paint; are so utterly faintBut clear enough to stir the envy in allSelf-training classes for the consuming massesTo make us feel ugly and smallBut that envy is a safe allyIs a lieI live with ghosts from the pastI live in fear that the next day's the lastI can't keep smiling at your gamesWhile the world is falling down in flamesBut make no mistakeI wish I couldI cannot assume ignoranceOf the suffering of manI cannot pretend pleasureIn walking this scorched landBut make no mistakeI wish that I couldStormtroopers of stupidityManipulating magicAmazing disgrace of the human raceSells a paradox fantastic:That opposed to the so called blessedYou find though you do not seekHappinessSometimes I even envy your conformityIt's not all happy days in the freakshow- you knowEverything bestowed upon you not meThe pictures they paint; are so utterly faintBut clear enough to stir the envy in allSelf-training classes for the consuming massesTo make us feel ugly and smallBut that envy is a safe allyIs a lieStill - one can dream of a timeWhen all the lies have been revealedAnd then...The pictures they paint;With blood shall be stainedThe nightmare of dream factoriesBrought down at lastThe outcasts shall be the new in crowd, you seeAnd their mantras a thing of the past'Cause that envy is a safe ally

The raven's my totem; my brotherHe is me; I am himWatching this innocent worldGrow increasingly grimThe raven's the sign you'll seeWhen darkness is nearRooted deep in your heartYour primeval fearA black garment suits a black soulAvoided since days of oldThere flies the ravenI am the dark spirit inside yourselfYou dare not nameI am the lunatic you needTo know you're still saneMy ancestors long agoServed the one-eyed lordSo today, a jester of darknessI see and reportA black garment suits a black soulHate not the darknessIt lets you see the light you holdThere flies the ravenGloomweaver eternalChildren of the light: Scorn me notBe content you're not meBe content you're not meFrom old they have feared him(There flies the raven)Never dared to be near him(There flies the raven)The darkwinged omen:Who will live, who will dieYou better bewareWhen you hear the raven cry

A Sinner's Confession(DAWN:)I was born in a time when the world was still freeI know not really when, where or whyBorn a king child, but on the same dayIt is told you could hear the land cryBlood boiling like the core of this worldWith which I was oneBefore I turned into iceAnd my back to the sunYes before I turned my back to the sun(THE CHILD IN THE SUN:)Growing up I lived and learnedWith wings like the bird I flewCrownprince of paradiseSoon to claim the throneThen at last as a grown man I stoodSo fiercely proud, an electrified semi-godReady to reign, greedy to gain(THE MAN IN THE MOON:)Staring at the moon I felt a shiverNo longer just a beastBut the man in the moon came down too soonChaos from the West to the EastAlthough knowing I was not preparedI never questioned the use of my loreLeaving behind the days of yoreForever wanting moreI defy my gods â" I don't need themHoly science â" take me to heaven (and hell)With sacred right I shall conquer and ruleSlay the heathen questioning foolsBe thou foreign or kin thou shalt never be safeNothing shall stand in my concrete wayUpon myself I bestow the crown, I am the master(DUSK:)Decadence, decline, degeneracyBroken and aged I now standAwaiting the revenge of the landLooking at paradise destroyedOn my way into the voidCrying out to the godsAs my heart and pride breaksWould take a thousand FloodsTo wash off my mistakesTurn back the clock that never runs lateGrant me thy knowledgeMy free will has failedThief! Murderer! Rapist! Blasphemer!Not so fiercely proudNot so fiercely proudCan I hope for forgivenessDo you recall your darkest son

Haute couture tin soldiersAll from the same mouldRagdoll queens with perfect seamsBut your eyes are coldO, your eyes are coldA fair form with no substance at allIf not "pushed up" you would instantly fallA stranger tale I know not than youIf not "made up" no one would believe in youThe preachers of perfectionTell us to be like (before it's too late)But they can't see the light within usTrough their designer shadesThe peasant will do as his queen will bidUnconsciously hoping to wake up in her bedPretends not to see the disgust in her eyesThat it's all in his headThe preachers of perfectionTell us to be like you (before it's too late)But I'll never be youAnd it makes you so easy to hateYour fair feet will walk on waterI may swim and drownThe only weight you'll have to carryIs the winner's crown('cause you're beautiful)I can't trust your pretty faceI hate the pity in your eyesYou know you'll always win the raceNo matter how hard I try('cause your beautiful)I can see how through life you playWho would do you harmBut in the darkWhere your beauty won't light your wayKnow this to be true:There I'm stronger than youYou have the "right" of beautyTo do with the world as you likeBehold the well fed oneAt our hunger strikeYou were born from beautyYou'll find a beautiful mateTo breed more beautiful facesWhile I shall die in no one's armsAnd vanish without any tracesYour fair feet will walk on waterI may swim and drownThe only weight you'll have to carryIs the winner's crown('cause you're beautiful)I can't trust your pretty faceI hate the pity in your eyesYou know you'll always win the raceNo matter how hard I try('cause your beautiful)But in the darkWhere your beauty won't light your wayKnow this to be true:

Dark sails on the horizonThe maelstrom will take us downIt's a rainy day for the end of the worldYet I see a lighthouse far away, it's winking at me(Like an image of an image)If you see it too, then it must be realThen at last here we standOn this last bit of dry landAs the waves are closing inWe have been here beforeThough it looks dark for sureThis time the end seems ready to beginThis could be the ultimate dayYet there's nothing to sayWe'll hold on to each otherAnd take on the worldThe living spirit trapped and hurtBy boundaries of written wordWalks forlorn in twilit hallsBut I see deep in your eyesA fire burning bright and highA mirror of a future that still callsAt ease I go into the nightWith you by my sideWe are oneAnd we'll take on the worldWho knows if we'll see each other againWho knows if this is the endIf we'll see tomorrow my friendBut we are togetherLet that be the hope that we cling toLet that be the rope we hold on toAnd when the sun comes over the hillsI suspect we will be here still'Cause together we'll weather the stormWe'll weather the stormRain and snow may fall, the wolves may callStill we will be strongWinds may shatter the land, still we will standBecause we belongWho knows if we'll see each other againWho knows if this is the endIf we'll see tomorrow my friendBut we are togetherLet that be the hope that we cling toLet that be the rope we hold on toAnd when the sun comes over the hillsI suspect we will be here still'Cause together we'll weather the stormWe'll weather the stormAnd after the rage of the storm is calmedAnd all again is freeI will call for youAnd you will call for meAnd we'll walk hand in handOn a glimmering path towards the starsOf a shimmering hue we areWith you, I believe we are foreverWho knows if we'll see each other againWho knows if this is the endIf we'll see tomorrow my friendBut we are togetherLet that be the hope that we cling toLet that be the rope we hold on toAnd when the sun comes over the hillsI suspect we will be here still

Shadow,for every light there be.Sorrow,not always dark is she.High above the clouds,on night owls we will fly away from fear.Wakeful,there'll be no rest tonight.But still now,no candles shall I light.High above the clouds.Restless souls will find the gates of dawn.Epitaphs and photographs, boxes full of dreams.Wait for me, children of the night.Can you hear the shadows calling?It's the midnight song.Open doors that have been closed for far too long.Grey cats in darknesssing the midnight song.And when morning breaks its entry,they'll be gone.Olden slopes and golden ropes,nothing's what it seems.To know the morningyou must learn the night.Can you hear the shadows calling?It's the midnight song.Open doors that have been closed for far too long.Grey cats in darknesssing the midnight song.And when morning breaks its entry,they'll be gone.

At the edge of a dream, it seemsI walk at the edge of a fieldI touch the soilSearching for somethingTo the ground I kneel, I feelThe presence of all who went beforeAnd suddenlyThe veil between us is no moreLike a fastforwarding film the surroundings changeThe clouds passed swiftly overheadBut the field is constant, at easeLike a warm, green bedFor aeons did my fathers drawTheir life up from this earthNow next to this my years of ramblingSeem of little worthAnd in a flash I want nothingBut to tend this piece of landProvide for myself and my kinBy the strength of my handGive me well-tilled earthUnder an open skyAle and song as the evening goes bySkin against skin, then an untroubled sleepAll in a simple man's dreamAll else you can keepHere nothing's changedSave for the lessening of hopeFor I've been a rambler, a pirate, a gamblerI don't knowHow to make things growAnd it frightens me we keep our fortunesLocked in towers of glassAnd soon we must bury our futureWhen we lose our pastGive me well-tilled earthUnder an open skyAle and song as the evening goes bySkin against skin, then an untroubled sleepAll in a simple man's dreamAll else you can keepNot lightly balanced are the scalesWhen fortune's weighed against ambitionHappier it seems is heWho does not struggle for a missionNo one recalls how the picture should lookAll cling to his own little piece of the puzzleAlways on the hunt for new distractionsGone is the joy of working the muscleIt's like peeling an onionTrying to remove all that's foul and falseI know there is truth in this groundHear the soundAs down the ages it callsGive me well-tilled earthUnder an open skyAle and song as the evening goes bySkin against skin, then an untroubled sleepAll in a simple man's dreamGive me well-tilled earthUnder an open skyAle and song as the evening goes bySkin against skin, then an untroubled sleepAll in a simple man's dream

And no one shall mark the grave of the last man...The chieftain stares into the fireA shadow of a tear upon his faceHe's not really wise or old, no gets old no moreHe just happens to be leadingThe remnant of the raceAnd he knows not all will make the nightHe knows this time they've lost the fightSome still speak of the flower-tribeWho laid their weapons down, and triedTo live in peace, but were overrunWhen greed replaced needThen fast downhill it went from thereUntil all the land was bareNow they cower in the moonless nightAnd pray they'll see the dayLesser sons of greater siresBearing wood to their own pyresOne of them may look towards the skyAnd raise his broken voice to cry...O, Mother Earth, how could we forgetThe gifts you gave, the things you letUs do to you, to live off youAnd dance beneath the starsO, Mother Earth, how could we have knownThe love you gave's not lightly thrownAway, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sonsOr have your peace once we are goneThe hunters tell of a place they've foundWhere paper stands in leather boundFilled with mystic signsThat none now can unwindAnd one who says he's very boldClaims he's seen a chest of goldBut the others say such things are vainThey give no shelter from the rainThe vulture riding winds up highEspies these wicked creatures dieFrom time to time his blood will chillWhen he hears their song from hill to hillO, Mother Earth, how could we forgetThe gifts you gave, the things you letUs do to you, to live off youAnd dance beneath the starsO, Mother Earth, how could we have knownThe love you gave's not lightly thrownAway, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sonsOr have your peace once we are goneWhen all again is wrapped in greenAnd the balance is restrainedNone will recall the sad lamentsOf dethroned kings of yoreO, Mother Earth, how could we forgetThe gifts you gave, the things you letUs do to you, to live off youAnd dance beneath the starsO, Mother Earth, how could we have knownThe love you gave's not lightly thrownAway, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons

If Shakespeare himself be raised from his graveThere'd be no words for the emptiness I feelI released the beast inside me, but it had gone tameI rang the churchbells high on the hill, but no one cameI try capturing images, but my camera is blindAnd the stars that I reach forJust the movieset of my mindIs this pain in vainThat I feelOr is real artMade in this fashionWith passionI don't knowI'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know itMy ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not flyI'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to youTo deliver the goods, and I would, if I couldBut this tune that I'm destroyingShows there's nothing more annoyingThan a desperate, desperate poet, so it seemsI sign my name in blood, but it's not bindingI turn every stone, but I'm not finding anythingMy pen should be on fire, but it's not ignitingReady for war, I don't know what I'm fighting forIs this wordsmithWorth his saltOr is it all justPages from a phrasebookWho took the wordsOut of my mouthI'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know itMy ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not flyI'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to youTo deliver the goods, and I would, if I couldBut this tune that I'm destroyingShows there's nothing more annoyingThan a desperate, desperate poetI would sing of the loves that we all once knewAnd the ones that we ended up withOf the memories that you've buried so deep in the pastYou start to wonder if they're only a mythI would sing of the strong and all of the wrongThat they've wrought for the weak of the willOf those who have nothing but a desperate embraceTo hold on to when the night's growing chillI would sing of the false ones who have taken up ruleAnd the true ones who were burned at the stakeOf the ones who run free and the ones who enslaveOf an honest day's work and an unmarked graveOf the Sun and the Earth and of fire and rainOf longing and of power and of lust and of painA symphony of triumph for the day hope returnsOr a soundtrack to insanity when all the world burns!Flame of creation all but deadStill it burns however lightlyWould that I could see it burst againInto a fire shining brightlyI'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know itI'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to youTo deliver the goodsI'm a desperate poet, lost for words and I know itMy ink is dry, though I try, still my words will not flyI'm a desperate poet, and I know that I owe it to youTo deliver the goods, and I would, if I couldBut this tune that I'm destroyingShows there's nothing more annoying

I hear the wind howlingReminds me of Wuthering HeightsAnd how Heathcliff and KathyAnd how she wanted his loveSo badlySo sadlyShe diedI hear the rain fallingReminds me how love left my lifeAnd my tearsThey fell like raindropsI feel the painStill in my heartWon't ever stopDon't know whyHow could you do to meJust what you did to meTorn up and twisted insideHearts are breakingI know when she goesShe'll be gone for the longest of timeI know as she goesShe'll be gone for the longest of time, time, timeMy time, my timeHow could you do to meJust what you did to meTorn up and twisted insideHearts are breakingI know as she goesShe'll be gone for the longest of timeI know when she goesShe'll be gone for the longest of timeTime, time, timeI know, as she goesShe'll be gone for the longest of timeI know when she goesShe'll be gone for the longest of time

SleepThe velvet darknessWhere time stands stillThose sweet hoursWhere the challenged findsA moment's refugeEmbrace the warm shadowsUnconscious the truthThe torn soul leaves its houseAnd journeys on moonpathsTo the edge of the worldAnd for a brief whileAgain you feel the caress of the windOn the plains of evermoreBird of sleep come carry usUpon the wings of freedomJourney to the refuge on the other sidePlay again like childrenWithout sorrow in our heartsAnd when you fly us backWe'll shine with the morning star

I am no wise manBut I reckon that the Gods of oldBound the secret fire of lifeInside this dram of goldBringing warmth to the coldHelps a human heart be boldKeeps me healthy, keeps me youngAnimates to love and songMalt, smoke and peatThe land beneath my feetSalty sea and open skyHear the seagulls cryAcqua VitaeUisge Beatha

[Bonus Track][Kate Bush Cover]Out on the wiley, windy moorsWe'd roll and fall in greenYou had a temper, like my jealousyToo hot, too greedyHow could you leave me?When I needed to possess youI hated you, I loved you too...Bad dreams in the night,They told me I was going to lose the fightLeave behind my wuthering, wuthering, wuthering heightsHeathcliffIt's me, CathyCome home, I'm so coldLet me in your windowOh, it gets dark, it gets lonelyOn the other side from youI pine a lot, I find the lotFalls through without youI'm coming back, loveCruel HeathcliffMy one dream, my only master...Too long I roam the in nightI'm coming back to his side to put it rightI'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, wuthering heightsHeathcliffIt's me, CathyCome home, I'm so coldLet me in your windowOh, let me have itLet me grab away your soul awayLet me grab away your soul away

I am no wise manBut I reckon that the Gods of oldBound the secret fire of lifeInside this dram of goldBringing warmth to the coldHelps a human heart be boldKeeps me healthy, keeps me youngAnimates to love and songMalt, smoke and peatThe land beneath my feetSalty sea and open skyHear the seagulls cryAcqua VitaeUisge BeathaWater of Life

Out of battle I did comeAfraid of darkness, afraid of the sunThe Gods led my feet to the kingdom now goneFairest of them all... Fairest of them allBlessed be the golden woodWhere trees were new that ages stoodFor haunted souls and sanctuary trueAnd fairest of them all... Fairest of them allO, what joy, what balm for woundsTo stray beneath the starsWhere elvenmaids did dance as lightAs leaf on lindentre... Leaf on lindentreeIn the mirror i did seeWhat hunts me in my dreams, brings me to my kneesWould that forever I could hide midst the treesIn Lorien the fairCould I stay i would never leaveCould I stay I would ever beIn timeless land where shineth no moonYet I must leave here soonO, the burden laid on meMy quest is hard to bearSucces or failure both shall beThe end of Goldenfair... The end of GoldenfairI set my sails and leave this worldTo me all seemed bareFor neverafter shall i walkIn Lorien the fair... Lorien the fairA dream now gone, a name in a songThe garden of the Gods, faded and lostNoone now lingers where mallorn once grewAnd my world's fading too

Once a your boy he set outUpon the road to fame and fortuneFull of hope for all looks bright in daylightBut the young boy he must learnThat the road is twisted and turnedAnd dangerous to travel after midnightBorn out of the fireOne night out in the wildWhen the dawn broke freeI seemed only a helpless childWhen from the dying embersA sapling seemed to growO, could it be it showed to meThe way to goStumbling onto shaky groundNot knowing what was to be foundSet sails for the futureOr dwel in the realms long lostA neverending battleWhere the dark outshines the boldA mounting cost of dreamers lostAnd gowing oldYet ever striding onwardsThe quest will never restA hunter in the darkAnd you will never catch me againI'm growing stronger nowWith every wound i get somehowYou can't take nothing from meAnymore, because ILeft the land of olden gloryJourneyed through the nightLeave a light for me my friendAnd i will come insideLife is a road that is twisted and turnedChildren of the sun grow up and get burnedWe should treasure our past but still travel lightAnd beware on who's doors we knock in the nightI know I have friends, I am never aloneBut i'm a wanderer, the road is my homeAnd in the light of the moonYou may hear me singingLeft the lanf of olden glory...Once a your boy he set outUpon the road to fame and fortuneFull of hope for all looks bright in daylightBut the young boy he must learnThat the road is twisted and turned

In their veins still runs the blood of the wildDeep within their hearts the earliest of songsIn their eyes the light of the first of daysBut the road is hiddenAnd they are so far, so far awayStaring into darkness... Something stirs insideA longing for something left long agoDelving into darkness... Cannot stay insideThe moon is young and clearAnd the fire is drawing them nearNow the wind callsA storm from the pastNight fallsAnd they're longing for the woodsThey gather in the shadowsIn their eyes a fire lightWarriors and maidens fairBinded by a love impliedNow the wind calls...In the shade i stand and watch themLike a scene from an ancient dreamTrying hard to awaken the GodsIn the hour of the fallBut it was long ago and it was far away

In my veins still runs tha blood of the wildDeep within my heart the earliest of songsIn my eyes the light of the first of daysBut the road is hiddenAnd i'm so far, so fara awayTurning another page in the bookI'm beginning to wonderDoes it get any better or worse that thisSearching for motiver to stop me from screamingDon't know when I awokeJust know i was better off dreamingI am the WandererI've seen many a shoreBut the road I long the most to goIs closed for evermoreNow the wind callsA storm from the pastNight fallsAnd i'm longing for the woodsI believe if I found the lost road backI would see myself in that ring of fireMaybe that's what I fear the mostFor then I am now only a ghostNow the wind calls...I left my heart in the woodsWill it ever be found againHappy was i then and hopefulTrusted in the morning lightNow the sun warms me no longerThough painfully brightRoaming am I now and lostAnd buried down in the fireCould it be lit just one more timeThen let it be my pyre

And never shall I grow oldI was roaming far from homeFar from the town that I left behindOut in the wild; Under open skyFound myself in a field of greenFairest of lands that I ever sawThe wind was different there; Under open skyWind - wiped the tears off my faceLight - shone a way through the hazeClouds cast shadows on fields belowRain fell but was no longer coldFelt I was stranded out of timeGently touched by the breath of the GodsColours primeval; Under open skyWind - wiped the tears off my faceLight - shone a way through the hazeClouds cast shadows on fields belowRain fell but was no longer coldAnd the world may be fallingStill the pipes are calling me homeHighland winds you own my soulGladly I laid it in your handsLet me roam in these green, green landsAnd never shall I grow oldI believe I could sit here a thousand yearsFeeding on air; Watching nothing changeThinking this is a good place to dieThis is a good place to dieSad was the day when I had to goBack to the town that I left behindEnamoured for life; Under open skyBut in my mind this land's forever clearAnd in my thoughts I will travel thereTo ease all pain and calm my fear; Under open skyA piece of me remains; Under open skyI left my heart; Under open skyHighland winds you own my soul...Thinking this is a good place to die

The silent see; no rolling wavwsYet in my soul are darkened cavesSomething roaming in my mindA creature from another timeThe sea grows red as sun goes downA voice cries out; I turn aroundHidden power not to seeRed horizon calling meAnd I'm crying out in painI must have gone insaneDon't know what's dragging me; just know it's trueI don't know what to doMust hold on; this can't be realA strange illustion or a dreamOr is it madnessFinallyBut the voices keep on calling meThey want to save me; set me freeNature calling her children homeAn exploding lust for the peace beyondAnd I'm crying out in painI must have gone insaneDon't know what's dragging me; just know it's trueAs my voice roars to the sky I know what to doNow I'm one with the night; gone with the lightA hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me againMy blood is running wild; I cry up the skyIn light of moonAnd I'm crying out in painI must have gone insaneDon't know what's dragging me; just know it's trueAs my voice roars to the sky no moreIt's gone; I'm here all aloneWas I really thereOr is it all in my mindAll in my mindBut then I hear; A beastly cry reaches my earI know a part of me is really out thereYet I'm bound to live in my worldAs you are in yoursBut in my dreams I'll beOne with the night; gone with the lightA hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me againNow I'm one with the night; gone with the lightA hunter in the dark; and you will never catch me againMy blood is running wild; I cry up the skyIn light of moonOne with the night; gone with the light

------------------------Out on the wiley, windy moorsWe'd roll and fall in greenYou had a temper, like my jealousyToo hot, too greedyHow could you leave me?When I needed to possess youI hated you, I loved you tooBad dreams in the nightThey told me I was going to lose the fightLeave behind my wuthering, wutheringWuthering Heights.(Chorus)Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy come homeI'm so cold, let me in-a-your windowOh it gets dark, it gets lonelyOn the other side from youI pine alot, I find the lotFalls through without youI'm coming back love, cruel HeathcliffMy only one dream, my only masterToo long I roam in the nightI'm coming back to his side to put it rightI'm coming home to wuthering, wutheringWuthering Heights (Chorus)Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul awayOh let me have it, let me grab your soul away

Black waves like thunderous towers in over me fallDark pools open to swallow allGreedy claws of decadence grasp at every limbA mirror of marred, grinning facesIn the eye of this storm of staring eyes I standLightning rips both sky and landDemonic choirs of disharmonyScreaming their false lamentationAnd I know I cannot escapeThis darkness that's trying to fill meFor even though I close my eyesI see fire, I hear thunder rollI see them carry off the fallenThe mirror cracks, the horizon's fallingWhen from afar a clear voice is callingAt the stroke of the harpA road of light opens before meDown a golden stream with flames in her handsWith a song she crushes my wanhopeAnd she dances, dancesDancer in the lightWon't you guide me through the darknessWon't you blind my eyes that I can't see the edgeDancer in the lightWon't you dance for meAt the stroke of the harpA road of light opens before meDown a golden stream with flames in her handsWith a song she crushes my wanhopeAnd she dances, dancesDancer in the lightWon't you guide me through the darknessWon't you blind my eyes that I can't see the edgeDancer in the lightWon't you dance for meDancer in the lightWon't you guide me through the darknessWon't you blind my eyes that I can't see the edgeDancer in the lightWon't you dance for meDancer, you're but a fantasyTemporary existanceAnd I wonder if ever againI can gather my powers to cal youOr only wrap myself in darknessAnd fly away, fly awayDancer in the lightWon't you guide me through the darknessWon't you blind my eyes that I can't see the edgeDancer in the light

He is walking in dreamsNot knowing reality's nameStill - is not real the fantasyWhen believed in?Through the shadows of what some call lifeHe is lighting his wayNot knowing if to kill or to cryPictures of unicorns on a hillPictures of rats in a streetTaking emotions to the extremeNot knowing if to live or to dieWalking in dreams; not knowing reality's nameNot clearsighted; still a winner in his own gameWalking in dreamsAsleep but still awakeWalking in dreamsWill he die when morning breaksAs he talks to the clouds you name him; crazyBut wouldn't you like to know what he seesHe may not understand what you sat to himBut he understands the whispers in the treesHe has created a kingdom of his ownWhile you're created nothingNowhere to call homeHow are you to decide if wrong or rightIs his world and the treasures there his findsWhen there he finds peace like you will never see'Cause when you lose your dreams you lose your mindWalking in dreamsAsleep but still awakeWalking in dreamsWill he die when morning breaksThe diversity of reality is humanity not insanityHoly are the crazy for they dream with open eyesIn this world where on the altar of logicOur dreams we sacrificeWalking in dreamsAsleep but still awakeWalking in dreamsWill he die when morning breaksSo pray for the dreamwalkerThat he will make it thoughHe is the future; he is the future

I'm freezing; I'm coldI've fallen into this dark holeLights out; in darkness the fears unholdDrown in waves of no meaningThrough the night I am screamingThrow me a rope to holdEmpty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fallIf I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hillsWould it mend what's growing chillHow shall I act not to be wasting timeOnly a spark; a spark to swiftToo great thy giftI know not what mighty powersGranted me this lifeBut your crown's a heavy loadLost in this pantomimeI could scream; but noone would hear meIf I could only believeEmpty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fallIf I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hillsWould it mend what's growing chillHow shall I act not to be wasting timeOnly a spark; a spark to swiftToo great thy giftThe madman's standing on the hillNot hearing their laughs; to the sky he criesYou who gave me mindI hail you, I cruse youHear me cryGive me an answer; how shall I knowWhich way to goThrough the road's ahead; too doubtful its bendingStalling 'til death in fear of its endingEmpty is the crystal ball; still into emptiness I fallIf I could ride the clouds; if I could crush the hillsWould it mend what's growing chillHow shall I act not to be wasting timeOnly a spark; a spark to swift

A thousand years I've stood hereI'll stand a thousand moreSeen kingdoms rise and fallSeen pestilence and warHow swift are your little livesHow swiftly you forgetMy roots are deep in your forefathers's bonesMy head in the air that you breathWhen you freeze I submit to your fireWhen you're hot come and seek shadow beneathTree - tall as a mountainOlder than fathers of kings of menStood here and watched while your heroes diedI am your memory... I am incarnate lifeMy branches you cradleI watched the rise of manWhile you wished upon the starsI never left the landAnd you've hung villians from my armsNailed prophets high on my chestIn your mind you may be the masterBut in the soil we both shall restTree - tall as a mountainOlder than fathers of kings of menStood here and watched while your heroes diedI am your memory... I am incarnate lifeYou've convinced yourselves you were cast out of EdenBut you left willingly in prideNow when you freeze in your castles of stoneDo you think you were rightTree - tall as a mountainOlder than fathers of kings of menStood here and watched while your heroes diedI am your memory... I am incarnate lifeHow fragile are your livesHow fragile your dreamsAnd you shall ache with thirstIn eroded landscapes (there's no escape)Last species alone... In a field of stoneBut listen mankind... What I tell is trueFrom a buried seed a forest will beYou may destroy

Here I stand looking at the skyIt has never been so red beforeHere I stand looking at the mountainsThey have never been so tall beforeNow the road lies aheadYes I'm heading onBut don't miss me when I'm goneI might find what I seekAnd one day I might be backAnd then I'll save a prayerThat you'll be thereO brothers, you must think that I don't careYet you're the only ones I've never hadBut you know that I'm a wandererI was born to walk aloneAnd now when spring is hereAnd in the glow of sunThe rivers flowI must be goneF a r e w e l lThanks to dirch.magle@get2net.dk for sending these lyrics.

Now as I'm sitting hereMy life is passing byI recall the things I've doneI watch the sunBut this is not the endNo the end I'll never seeAnd I'll be moving onA sunbeam heats my chest; it's time to rise againThe leaves above whisper to meI feel the land. I feel the airBlowing through my hairNow into the dawn I'm heading againThe hills are calling my nameLike a leaf on the ground I'm blown awayI wasn't born to stayLiving for the roads I seeI'm wild, I'm freeA stranger from the pastBut I'm not the last'Cause the road goes on and on; the road goes on and onThe road goes on and on; the road goes on and onDon't know if it's a curse or just another kind of bloodBut my road goes on and onYes the road goes ever onNow the sun sinks; the air is growing chillI lie down under just another treeThe last grey daylight diesNow as I close my eyesThen the shadows surround me againThe cool wind touches my faceThe empty landscape fills my mindGuess I'm behind my timeAnd yet I'll always beThough my time is doneIn darkness, in the sunTravel on'Cause the road goes on and on; the road goes on and onThe road goes on and on; the road goes on and onNo I'm not antisocial, I am of another kindAnd my road goes on and onYes the road goes ever onYou know me; I'm in your dreamsThough you hide it wellI'm who you'd wish you wereThe traveller'Cause the road goes on and on; the road goes on and onThe road goes on and on; the road goes on and onI've lived my life, fulfilled my dreams, I'm not afraid to dieBut my road goes on and onThe road goes ever on

If you want to sleep, I'll pull a shadeIf you should vanish, I'm sure to fadeIf you should smolder, I'll breath in your smokeIf you should laugh, I'll smile and pretend that I made the jokeAnd if you should ever leave me, I will crumbleâThat's just the way I am,I hope you never leave meThat is to sayâ¦If you should sink I don't want to swimIf you lock the door, I'll beg to come inIf you should sing, I wont make a soundIf you should fly, I'll curse the groundAnd if you should ever leave me I will crumbleâThat's just the way I am,I hope you never leave meThat is to say, I will crumble, I will crumble, and I will crumbleâ¦If you're an explosion, I wont search for shelter.If you're the sun, I'll sit here and swelter.If you're the moon , I'll stay up all night.If you're a ghost, I'll be haunted for life.And if should ever leave me, I will crumbleâThat's just the way I am,I hope you never leave meThat is to say, I will crumble, I will crumble, and I will crumble..I will crumbleI will crumbleI will crumbleI will crumbleI will crumble

Roll, roll, roll...Do you hear the waves?The waves are calling usTo refuge or to ruinLook to the futureDo you see a light?Leave all that can be spared behindSalt in the airWhirlwinds unfurlTowards new shores

Grimly I recall a child who greeted life with open armsBut this child had to become a manHis own crops to sowAnd 'neath the shade of sanityTheir bitter taste would growWith false pretence were writtenThe articles I signedOnce aboard, to nothing cameAll that I designedIf this bitter taste of anger could be washed awayMaybe I could trust the promiseOf another dayIf only I could...Cry, crySalty tears on dusty groundInner screams that make no sound won't echoWish that I could cry, cryFertile tears on barren soilNo longer trying to recoilBut rather learning to enjoyLife as it beTears of anger make a man of meI long for a time ere the mysteries were solvedAs the blanks on the map were filledThe blanks in our hearts were growingNow that all roads lead back hereThere's no point in goingI want to master moreThan just staying afloatI long to write a tale that differsFrom what others wroteIf this sense of longing could be washed awayMaybe I would meet the challengeOf another dayIf only I could...Cry, crySalty tears on dusty groundInner screams that make no sound won't echoWish that I could cry, cryFertile tears on barren soilNo longer trying to recoilBut rather learning to enjoyLife as it beTears of longing make a man of meThere's no way to cut the Gordian KnotOf past webs entangledThe cry inside you try to fightSo free breath is strangledWe might only have our berth on board this vessel once, no moreWould that I could cut the ropes and finally leave the shoreSeems to me that we must walk the plank with open eyesAnd not for shattered hearts of menDo the seagulls cry...Cry, crySalty tears on dusty groundInner screams that make no sound won't echoWish that I could cry, cryFertile tears on barren soilNo longer trying to recoilBut rather learning to enjoyLife as it be

I wish from the beginning of this gameI had known it was in vainThat everything was doomed to failToo long I lived in childish innocenceWhile the teachers of pretenceTested my will to prevailI cannot trust in anyone, I knowTo me my neighbour is my foeThere's poison in the sweets you findExploiting weakness with free trade liesThe only thing you cannot buyIs happiness and peace of mindIt's a balance of power; should I jumpFrom the prisoners towerSometimes I wish that I could lay me downAnd hope for no tomorrowBut you'll never see me surrender my bladeRefusing death's call, I will conquer my fateFor I shall not yieldAnd I cannot even sell my soulIt's breath, torn and abusedStill my life joy may fetch a fair priceSince it's only "slightly used"It's a balance of power; should I jumpFrom the prisoners towerSometimes I wish that I could lay me downAnd hope for no tomorrowBut you'll never see me surrender my bladeRefusing death's call, I will conquer my fateFor I shall not yieldGods of life!I meet your challengeI shall rise from every blow you strike at meI shall break every spell you throw at meYou will not push me that last bit of wayOver the EdgeEven if I'm only holding on by sheer spite itselfYou may have woven this one's life treadOf a fowl and poisoned stringBut it shall not breakThat final victory shall be denied thee... forever!When even my imaginary friendsTurn their backs on me againAnd leave me bleeding on the groundI can no longer welcome each new dayBut on this battlefield I'll stay'Cause you will never bring doenAnd when in time to the ground I'm bentFrom carrying life's stone; my strength all spentI shall drag myself forth by the tip of my nailsTo spit on your feet with a last scornful hailIt's a balance of power; should I jumpFrom the prisoners towerSometimes I wish that I could lay me downAnd hope for no tomorrowBut you'll never see me surrender my bladeRefusing death's call, I will conquer my fate

Live by dreamingA walkabout in olden slopesWake up sleepingIn soil covered in iceWhere will the roses growFloating in a hazeLike seaweed to the shoreWho will bring back the silky scentsOf the hills of evermoreThen I woke up at the first break of nightMy eyes were the only lightAnd I shall count these the last days of the sunAnd seek comfort in darkness'Til my lifethread is spunThe colours of blackThe music of the nightThrow your voice high into the air full of prideFind your own road to gloryUse what powers life may give youNever cease the fightIf you cannot win the daySeize the nightOnly given pleasure; to learn to yearn for itOnly given light; to be blind without itOnly given power; to be scared to use itOnly given mind; to finally lose itThe colours of blackThe music of the nightMaybe this is my true realmIn thruth I may be blinded by lightIf such is indeed my purposeI shall seize the nightThrow your voice high into the air full of prideFind your own road to gloryUse what powers life may give youNever cease the fightIf you cannot win the day

The beast that lurks in my genesIs controlling my willIn endless search of the ultimate carnal thrillLike a knight without an armourI ride out to face the two backed beastNaked in the face of horrorA jester at this undercover feastDesire fills my heart with guilt and painAs my burning blood from my mind is drainedDemon desire; you lead. I drag behindDemon desire; leave my fragile mindHow can I be at peaceWhen my blood is on fireDon't want to be your slaveDemon desireI can never fight my natureI am he - the pleasant primitiveOr so the queens of lust they see meBut myself is all I have to giveDesire fills my heart with guilt and painAs my burning blood from my mind is drainedDemon desire; you lead. I drag behindDemon desire; leave my fragile mindHow can I be at peaceWhen my blood is on fireDon't want to be your slaveDemon desireCurse this worldThat gives urges but no breeding groundsHow shall I see the sunBehind desire's brooding cloudsI cannot fight my natureThe pleasant primitiveO, let me live...All my years and all my goldIt takes to ease the demonAll my years and all my goldTo keep the beast at bayCould I only put away my bowWhen no prey in sightBut now I'll leave my mind behindFor another hungry quest into the nightDemon desire; you lead. I drag behindDemon desire; leave my fragile mindHow can I be at peaceWhen my blood is on fireDon't want to be your slave

SleepThe velvet darknessWhere time stands stillThose sweet hoursWhere the challenged findsA moment's refugeEmbrace the warm shadowsUnconscious the truthThe torn soul leaves its houseAnd journeys on moon pathsTo the edge of the worldAnd for a brief whileAgain you feel the caress of the windOn the plains of evermoreBird of sleep come carry usUpon the wings of freedomJourney to the refuge on the other sidePlay again like childrenWithout sorrow in our heartsAnd when you fly us back

Another dawn out hereOr so I reckon it must beA slightly paler shade of grey aroundIf not inside of meI stand firm here nowAt this ship's prowBut I'm a proud captain no moreI rule this crew with a heavy handBut they are but ghostsAnd I feel only the biting rainOn my face at mostThere are great powers hereBut I can't wield themI am no god, can't bend the elements to my willThough I've prayed to the lords of wind and rainAll around me remainsStillWe are given this board game and a few of the piecesBut most are missingThen the Lady Fortuna robs you of judgment and breathAs soon as you're kissingWith the scarcest of provisionsUpon the icy waves we're castSo far from homeNo birds shall land on these mastsDrifting, ever driftingThe ever calmer waters terrifying meShifting, pray winds be shiftingCarry me away to anywhere but hereDrifting, ever driftingThe ever calmer waters terrifying meShifting, pray winds be shiftingLife is a beautiful shipBut I am lost at seaI left the homely fire to wrestle the seaBut if they reckon me dead, am I still me?I cannot turn back, yet see no lands aheadBound to sleep on the ocean's bedThere is no straight road, no enchanted islesThe world is bent, and so am INo one can bridge what time and oceans severThose realms are lost, should I sail foreverDrifting, ever driftingThe ever calmer waters terrifying meShifting, pray winds be shiftingCarry me away to anywhere but hereDrifting, ever driftingThe ever calmer waters terrifying meShifting, pray winds be shiftingLife is a beautiful shipBut I am lost at seaSometimes I believeI hear a lonely piper playingSomewhere, out there in the mistBut the notes melt awayLike snowflakes in my handThere is no harbourThere is no fiddle bandSometimes I believeI see faint lights twinklingSomewhere, out there in the mistBut they are not lanternsTo help lonely sailors findTheir way, I know, they are butFlickers in my mindMaybe I am gone alreadyI feel I should go, I would goDraped only with an almost faded glowA cape sprayed with a few sands of gloryI could leave them, I would leave themThey are nothing, 'tis all follyMy spirit is ready to go into the soothing darknessTouching the starsPerchance to dreamWith luck to escape into the nightBut still this rope that binds meTo the living lands won't be untiedIt is worn thin as a single strand of hairYet it holds like a wire of steelAnother dawn out hereOr so I reckon it must beA slightly paler shade of grey aroundIf not inside of meVisibility still naughtSurface is calm but mirrors nothingNew clouds keep coming inThough my sails won't unfurlIf clouds indeed they beOr smoke from the scorching of the worldWater's dark below meDark as my heart and as coldDo not feel aliveOnly feel I'm growing oldDrifting, ever driftingThe ever calmer waters terrifying meShifting, pray winds be shiftingCarry me away to anywhere but hereDrifting, ever driftingThe ever calmer waters terrifying meShifting, pray winds be shiftingLife is a beautiful, mystical, magical shipBut I am lost at seaI left a homely fire, but forgot the road backI laid roses on a grave, but forgot both name and tearsThe anchor will reach no bottomThe wind won't fill the sailsAll is now darkAll is now darkAll is now dark

------------------------Out on the wiley, windy moorsWe'd roll and fall in greenYou had a temper, like my jealousyToo hot, too greedyHow could you leave me?When I needed to possess youI hated you, I loved you tooBad dreams in the nightThey told me I was going to lose the fightLeave behind my wuthering, wutheringWuthering Heights.(Chorus)Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy come homeI'm so cold, let me in-a-your windowOh it gets dark, it gets lonelyOn the other side from youI pine alot, I find the lotFalls through without youI'm coming back love, cruel HeathcliffMy only one dream, my only masterToo long I roam in the nightI'm coming back to his side to put it rightI'm coming home to wuthering, wutheringWuthering Heights (Chorus)Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul awayOh let me have it, let me grab your soul away

Out on the wiley, windy moorsWe'd roll and fall in greenYou had a temper, like my jealousyToo hot, too greedyHow could you leave me?When I needed to possess you?I hated you, I loved you tooBad dreams in the nightThey told me I was going to lose the fightLeave behind my wuthering, wutheringWuthering Heights(Chorus) Heathcliff, its me, Cathy come homeI'm so cold, let me in-a-your windowOh it gets dark, it gets lonelyOn the other side from youI pine alot, I find the lotFalls through without youI'm coming back love, cruel HeathcliffMy one dream, my only masterToo long I roam in the nightI'm coming back to his side to put it rightI'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,Wuthering Heights(Chorus)Oh let me have it, let me grab your soul awayOh let me have it, let me grab your soul awayYou know it's me, Cathy

There are strange signs in the air tonightThe walls creep closeSurrounded by liquid shapes and shadowsThe minstrel is convincing tonightTo me and to the forms that flyInvisible below the ceilingCovered in layer upon layer of memoriesI know I can't silence the screamingBut not even that can trouble me right nowI feel a sudden warmth, I'm outside time and tearsA strange place where I can laugh at my fearsKnowing that the spirits areJust outside the field of my viewProtecting meShowing me a world that is not yet totally desolateThere is more to my soul than to my eyesI am strong, like the eagle I'll riseI will seek high and low, quest for quest's sakeI will shape my own path to travel for evermoreThrough within to beyondI feel a sudden warmth, I'm outside time and tearsA strange place where I can laugh at my fearsAnd if right now I would lay my lifeIn a brother's handThen perchance one dayI could lay it in the hand of sheWho dances on the hillTomorrow may still comeI will reach for the hot core that I've felt stilllivingThere is more on the insideMaybe even a little to shareAnd maybe even for the Wanderer there'll beA homely fireside before the world is bareThere is more to my soul than to my eyesI am strong, like the eagle I'll riseI will seek high and low, quest for quest's sakeI will shape my own path to travel for evermore...To my soul than to my eyesI am strong, like the eagle I'll riseI will seek high and low, quest for quest's sakeI will shape my own path to travelTo trave... to travel for evermore

Out of battle I did comeAfraid of darkness, afraid of the sunThe Gods led my feet to the kingdom now goneFairest of them all... Fairest of them allBlessed be the golden woodWhere trees were new that ages stoodFor haunted souls and sanctuary trueAnd fairest of them all... Fairest of them allO, what joy, what balm for woundsTo stray beneath the starsWhere elvenmaids did dance as lightAs leaf on lindentre... Leaf on lindentreeIn the mirror i did seeWhat hunts me in my dreams, brings me to my kneesWould that forever I could hide midst the treesIn Lorien the fairCould I stay i would never leaveCould I stay I would ever beIn timeless land where shineth no moonYet I must leave here soonO, the burden laid on meMy quest is hard to bearSucces or failure both shall beThe end of Goldenfair... The end of GoldenfairI set my sails and leave this worldTo me all seemed bareFor neverafter shall i walk In Lorien the fair... Lorien the fairA dream now gone, a name in a songThe garden of the Gods, faded and lostNoone now lingers where mallorn once grewAnd my world's fading tooAll laurie lantar laassi surinen

If this is the end, then what was it all worth?Don't bother to ask, there's no price on this earth'Cause life's still a mysteryYou can't cost-benefit-analyse itAnd the hereafter's all in our mindsThough we try to disguise itStill it shall be exciting to see the end of the showAbra-macabra, baby, here we go!"The Meaning of Life", well I don't really careThough this could be the last time we come up for airAnd maybe there's really no reason to stayStill I'll play you a shanty to brighten your dayQuiet! When they pull the plug on this world all mechanicA dreamgig to play on the deck of this last TitanicI will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going downI will write no solemn epitaphsFor a world that's gone insaneWhen there is no tomorrow, even then will I knowThat as long as the minstrels are playingAll is not in vainMaybe the meaning was lost on the wayMaybe we've anchored at the last bayBut I will not lose spirit, though it may not be soundSo crack open the barrels if we're really going downRiot!When the lights go out, law and order vanishedThey'll beg to be steered freeBy the mad sailor that they banishedI will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going downI will write no solemn epitaphsFor a world that's gone insaneWhen there is no tomorrow, even then will I knowThat as long as the minstrels are playingAll is not in vainI will welcome the Gods in their chariots of warStand up as they fire the first roundI'll have peace of mind, when the new day will findYour carts and castles only dust on the groundAnd I'd be as dead as the rest and it would not mean a thingMisanthropoetica! Allow me this last flingLiar! Did they cry, freak, absurd and manicBut when this ship turns upside down these rats will panicThe weight of the world proved much too toughJust dragging myself along was more than enoughBut remember my words like marks from a whipThis old salt will go down with his shipI will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going downI will write no solemn epitaphsFor a world that's gone insaneI will dance on the gunwale, as the ship's going downI will write no solemn epitaphsFor a world that's gone insaneWhen there is no tomorrow, even then will I knowThat as long as the minstrels are playing

Watch the disillusionist making himself disappearA last display of magic ere surrendering to fearLost my faith in leaders and systems long agoNow it seems I'm losing faith in everything I knowNo more attempts to fill the empty pagesDon't ask me to explain my actionsThere's no masterplanNo longer seek I satisfactionIn these barren landsI asked so many whys: were given so few answersThat I can't seem to sense any sense anymoreI cried out to the heavens aboveTo find out if someone was waiting for meBut they just wanted my gold, not my soulThough they could have it for freeLying awake at night; should I keep up the fightIs madness cursed our divineRoll with the thunder; cry in the rainWhat would the lunatic findO, apathy divineForget it all in timeNo more darkness; no more lightNo more battles left to fightAfraid to swim into the seaFor the sea may drownAfraid to climb into the treeIf lightning splits the crownI heard so many lies; that truth no longer mattersTaking endless extra spins on my unmerry-go-roundTried to play my life backwardsTo find hidden messages; telling me who I amBut I only heard"Thou art human - thou art damned"Lying awake at night; should I keep up the fightIs madness cursed our divineRoll with the thunder; cry in the rainWhat would the lunatic findO, apathy divineForget it all in timeNo more darkness; no more lightNo more battles left to fightUsed to flow with the wavesBut who can swim forever without drowningUsed to strive for immortalityBut who needs eternityIn miseryLying awake at night; should I keep up the fightIs madness cursed our divineRoll with the thunder; cry in the rainWhat would the lunatic findO, apathy divineForget it all in timeNo more darkness; no more lightNo more battles left to fightShould I rely on the artsTo cast light upon us allShould I write a requiemFor what none wants to recallAt allNo I shall count these the last days of the sunAnd seek comfort in darkness'Til my life tread is spunBut play just one more for me lads;